Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A rare, but brief political moment.

Early observations from the inauguration:

I love that they keep showing the movers taking the Bush's stuff out of the White House as all of this is going on. Like it CAN'T WAIT. Like this is how they let the outgoing President know that they've been evicted- they just come home as usual and their stuff is gone like a bad breakup.

Bush Sr. and Barbara wearing matching purple scarves. If he had been just a factory worker instead of President, I would venture to guess that this would be the stage in their lives when they would start wearing matching satin bar jackets with their names embroidered on them to the local meat raffle and/or church.

Holy shit- that's a lot of people. I'm having a panic attack just looking at it. I'd hate to be stuck in the middle somewhere and have to pee.

It's nice to have to foxy chicks as the first ladies who don't appear to hate their husbands.

Dubya looks confused. Maybe he's wondering where the cake is. They said there'd be cake, dammit. I think it's oddly appropriate that he is losing his job right now. I'm guessing that he's not worried about how he'll pay the mortgage with his unemployment bennies, though.

Obama is wearing a red tie- I was kind of hoping for yellow, yet I'm not sure why I even thought about that.

I'm happy that I can pack up my elaborate escape plans to Canadia, which is somewhat bittersweet for me as they involved not only several donkey rides, but also a brief stint in the circus. On one hand, I would adapt well to the weather and my accent is already halfway there so I'd totally blend in- but on the other hand I don't think I could eat Poutine (or as I like to call it, Pootang) no matter how much Canadian whiskey I had consumed.

No matter what your politics or expectations of this administration, I think that most of us can agree that today is a pretty good day for us 'Mericans.

Where do they have these meat raffles, anyway? What kind of meat merits a raffle? How would you offer this meat to friends? "Hey, come on over for a bar-be-que, friends and neighbors! I gots me some raffled meat!"

What's the correct procedure for picking up your raffled meat if your number gets picked? Do you run up there, arms pumping, like on the price is right?

It was on the news yesterday that 95 workers take the old stuff out and bring the new stuff in in about 4 hours! Including painting! Crap! And the old and the new pay their own moving expenses. I did think that odd.

On a side note....it was a high of 44 for me today. Don't know how they're standing it up there.

Not to ruin all of the "Obama Fever" or anything, but I think some of the excitement is both that and a whole lot of "Goodbye W - and don't let the door hit you butt on the way out!!"And YES, it is nice to have a younger couple in office that don't appear to have crocheted their children for once!!~ Renata1967

The lady who read the poem sounded like a GPS device.I was a little distracted today though; we got almost an inch of snow here which is very rare for our city and practically the whole town shut down for it. As a Minnesotian, you would've certainly peed yourself if you saw how such a small amount of snow caused such a stir.

Amen, Whiskey Marie!Goodbye and good riddance to W. I've never seen him look anything other than confused and out of his element and inauguration day was no different. As my 8-year old remarked, "A village in Texas has its idiot back!"

This is the first inauguration I have ever watched. I was too depressed when Bush won (twice) and was only 12 when Clinton was sworn which meant I was still living at home in a house without a television.